Miya's Apartment

This small apartment is located in a middle-income neighborhood. The apartments were recently renovated and were once a hotel, turned into suites. The bottom floor of the apartment building has been given over to a small fitness area, a small clubhouse, a tiny, locally owned convenience store and a hair and nail salon. There is a reception desk, and the building is closed. There is no doorman, but there is a receptionist on duty during normal business hours. The apartment is locked and residents have their own push button code that opens the front door. The apartments still use the magnetic keys that the hotel did, which have to be swiped with a passcode entered into the keypad beside the door. The apartment has a security guard at night, and an elevator. It is 9 stories tall, and Miya lives on the sixth floor. The top story was a penthouse, supposably owned by the person who owned this apartment building. The owner liked their privacy. Her apartment has three rooms - A study, a bedroom and a larger sitting room.

Her sitting room was lined with floor to ceiling bookcases along one wall. When she had moved in, she had painted the walls a soft cream color, and the cieling in a darker creme. Stuffed in the bookcases were well read romance books about vampires, werewolves, the supernatural. One bookcase was filled with nothing but art books and gallery portfolios. In this room was a large, overstuffed couch that was more comfortable than it looked. There was no television or phone.

A small kitchenette off the sitting room had two barstools and no kitchen table. There were a few pans hanging from hooks on the walls, as well as a tiny refrigerator and dishwasher. There was a double sink, a small oven barely big enough for a casserole pan built into the wall and two burners below it, which were powered by gas.

There was a small balconey with barely room for a wicker chair in the sun off the sitting room. The balconey had a sliding glass door with a screen, and she had hung dark red, tabbed top curtains from a decorative rod. There was a braided rug of various red colors in front of her couch. On the couch were throw pillows, mostly hand made and squishy.

Her bedroom had old fashioned furniture she'd acquired at antique stores and yard sales and refurbished. She loved the eclectic mix of old and new. Above her bed hung a pretty egyptian print. If you looked closely at her headboard you would discover eyelets set in the portion of the wood that faced away from the room. She had another handmade rug beside the bed, on the wooden floor. Her bedroom strangely enough had no windows. The only window in the apartment was the sliding glass door. Living on her queen sized bed was a large blue stuffed teddybear that had been much hugged. Beside the bed was a table, which held her macbook and her cell phone and ipod chargers as well as a small alarm clock. A chest opposite the bed had more stuffed animals, well loved, piled on it. One door off the bedroom led to a tiny, tiny bathroom, barely large enough for the shower, toilet and sink that crowded the room. There was little closet space in this apartment.

The small study, also windowless, had a large desk and two computers, one on either side of two large flatpanel monitors. One was an obviously hand built windows machine, the other was a macintosh. The computers shared keyboard, mouse, monitors and speakers by a small box with a switch. Hooked up to the macintosh was a 9x11 wacom graphic tablet. On the opposite side of this small room was a drafting table and shelving built into the wall above it with pens, pencils, paints, and an odd assortment of drawing paper. Pinned to the walls with no care for the holes she had put into it were various drawings, sketches and illustrations.